Quite the situation for dear Sean. Hamstrung by the same issue three times over. The club is run by clowns and the big top has been caved in.
Mass cuts meant a squad thrown together with saw dust and spittle. Shengus!
Previous crimes being answered for meant points hard earned being wiped off, debilitating atmosphere and momentum sapper. Shengus!
The same bunch of dozy twits* coming back for another go, more of the same, atmosphere killing crud. Shengus!
He's tried to put a brave face on it, doled out a kicking to refs and var where he could. He's been given an impossible task, there's no Kancho to let loose up the right wing at 100mph, there's no Arteta to provide a bit of silky creativity in the middle, there's no never say die Cahill for a battering ram from AM.
He's stitched together a squad of loose diarrhea into a nearly functioning side and can't squeeze much more out of em because they're punch drunk and running on fumes. He hasn't once complained either, so knew full well the gravity of the task he took on.
Blood and guts football served up to a support promised all sorts and delivered multiple relegation fights then punished by points deductions. bobby phenomenal is where it all went wrong, unleashed on a ferrari of a side he hadn't earned or assembled and slowly let it fall to pieces. Then ducked out and continued to gorge on the wage he never earned. 'what a manager' he said, double 'koff I said!